When the twilight shadows began to greet, my heart hesitated as if in mourning. Many things I've ever done but it's all now forgotten, I want to tell stories but I prefer to keep it a secret alone.
The way I go, the living space I take. My inner darkness is tormented not by love, love to whom? behind a smile but a lot of sadness in every round of time without any sense.
The sadness that I cover so that no one knows, many smile masks as disguises. the sadness that I cover, but I show all the happiness.
Maybe, just me and the moon knows. Or the dream that had been a place of the heart, I had time to tell stories but they think it's pretending. But now the story is just history on white paper is arranged.
Let them consider useless but for me to have meaning, meaning the meaning of life that I want to tell. Let the romance shine in every waves of light,